Monday, October 1, 2012

Thirty Eight Years Ago


It was supposed to be a plant party.  Really. Plant parties were all the rage in southern California in the 70's. But it was actually a surprise baby shower, for me.  It was a little late for a shower - I was nearing the end of my ninth month - but my friends discovered I never had a baby shower for our first born, courtesy of the Air Force moving us cross-country in the middle of my pregnancy, and they decided I needed one.

Everything was set.  My hubby Stan, who was taking evening classes toward his Masters degree, was starting a new quarter that night.  A friend was picking me up for the party and her husband was going to stay with our two year old.  Just before his class, Stan called to make sure everything was okay.  Remember, no cell phones back then.  I told him I was fine and I'd see him after the party.

Ten minutes after his call, I went into labor.

I called the hostess to let her know I'd was skipping the party without going into exactly why.  She whined and complained about all the other people who had cancelled out and laid a major guilt trip on me, trying to get me to come.  I didn't realized I was the guest of honor. In self-defense, I explained my labor had started.

I called my friend and cancelled my ride, but let her husband know we'd probably need his babysitting services later that night. Then I settled down to wait for my husband.  I wasn't doing this without him.

For the next three hours I dealt with an endless stream of calls from friends insisting I let them take me to the hospital. A couple showed up at the door.  They were panicking.  I was fine.

At 9:30, Stan came hone and wanted to know why I wasn't at the 'plant party'.  I handed him the notepad I'd been tracking my contractions on.  

"Okay, I'll call Art (the babysitter).  Let's go."

"But Rhoda's coming on."  Does anyone remember Rhoda?  I loved that show.

Well, Stan was bright enough to realize you don't argue with a woman in labor.  He told Art to arrive at 10:00 and I watched Rhoda...with a short interruption for heavy breathing every three minutes or so...while Stan dealt with the girls at the plant party who had decide not to let the wine and refreshments go to waste just because I wasn't there (especially the wine) and were calling for continuous updates.

Finally, the show was over and I waddled out and got into the car.

About four hours later, at 2:17 a.m., October 1, 1974, Matthew Alan made his grand entrance into the world. 


This is my favorite baby picture of Matt, sitting in his brother's lap when he was eight weeks old.  He was bright and happy and had a deep throaty giggle I can still hear when I see this picture.





Now he's a wonderful husband and father, as well as our beautiful son. 

Happy Birthday, Matt.


Oh, and in case you're wondering, we did have the baby shower, a couple weeks after he was born.  They didn't try to surprise me.

Quote for the Day: I still can't figure out why he gets the presents today.  I did all the work. ~ LD Masterson

24 comments:

Stephen Tremp said...

Thanks for sharing your life and geneology with us. Happy Birthday Matt!

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Surprised you didn't have a crowd at your house trying to take you to the hospital! Happy birthday to your son.

Jemi Fraser said...

What a great story!!! Happy birthday to your boy! :)

L. Diane Wolfe said...

LOL - you stayed to watch Rhoda.

Carol Kilgore said...

Good thing Matt wasn't a girl. You may have named him Rhoda. Hope he has a great birthday!

LD Masterson said...

Stephen - Well, a tiny bit of geneology. I love to tell family stories.

LD Masterson said...

Alex - Naw, they were all at the 'plant party', drinking wine.

LD Masterson said...

Jemi - Thanks. It was destined to be a family classic.

LD Masterson said...

Diane - Well, I liked Rhoda. Good thing it wasn't a favorite movie coming on.

Stacy McKitrick said...

Maybe one day you'll figure out how to put this story into one of your books (for a minor character, maybe?).

Michael Di Gesu said...

Too funny,

I LOVED Rhoda too.

Congrats to your son!

Great story.

Maria Zannini said...

My power is back! And now I'm here.

I can't believe Rhoda was 38 years ago. Damn. I'm older than I thought. LOL.

Happy birthday to Matt. Had it been a Rhoda marathon the poor kid would've been born at home.

Linda G. said...

Aw, great story! Happy Birthday to your baby boy. :)

LD Masterson said...

Stacy - That's an idea!

LD Masterson said...

Michael - Thanks (from one Rhoda fan to another).

LD Masterson said...

Maria - Glad your power is back. You probably only saw Rhoda in syndication long after she went off the air. (Does that help?)

LD Masterson said...

Linda G. - Thanks. The true ones are aways the best. You can't make this stuff up.

LD Masterson said...

Carol - My apologies, I just noticed I had an odd number of comments and had to go back and find who I missed.

No fear on the name though. Loved the show but wasn't crazy about her name. If I'd had a girl, she might have had to worry about getting named after one of her grandmothers: Gertrude Isabella and Edith Agnes.

Linda Jackson said...

I love this story. It put a smile on my face at the end of a long day. Thanks. :)

Maryann Miller said...

What a great story. I loved it. It is so much fun to go back and retrieve these treasures of our hearts.

LD Masterson said...

Linda J. - I'm glad. I love sharing smiles.

LD Masterson said...

Maryann - Thanks. Some of the best moments are those "someday we'll laugh about this" ones.

Mike Keyton said...

Our first child took his time 21 hours. Sat through the entire Billy Joel canon. Even worse than Rhoda : )

Our second child popped out. Barely had time to finish my sardine sandwiches.

LD Masterson said...

Mike - I didn't have to worry about Matt. At 10 lbs. 3 oz., he wasn't going to 'pop' anywhere.

(Sorry, you'll have to translate the weight measurements.)